Sunday morning came and Don was up at 6 while Danny kept sleeping.

Surprisingly, Danny had a good night's sleep, if you took out the random Flack-clan dreams, the priest spraying holy water on him and it burning, waking up every hour, and Don waking him up when he climbed out of bed... otherwise it was great!

At 6:30, Danny had just fallen back asleep when Don started nudging him. With a groan, Danny turned around and hid under the comforter.

"C'mon, Danny, it's gunna take ya like half an hour for you to get dressed, 20 minutes to eat, it's a 20 minute drive without traffic, and church starts at 8," Don informed him, getting Danny's clothes out while talking.

Danny mumbled something back in response and just buried himself deeper in his cocoon of blankets.

"Danny."

"We're closed right now, come back at 3."

"Danny."

Uh oh, Don was using that tone... Danny sat up with a groan and put his glasses on.

"Cough, cough, I'm sick..."

Don threw the clothes he had picked out at Danny's head.

"Shower, dress, eat, I'd rather be 20 minutes early than 20 minutes late," Don warned and left the bedroom.

Danny groaned and fell back... maybe he could get a couple of more minutes...

"I DON'T HEAR THE WATER RUNNIN' DANNY!"

Maybe not.

By 7:30, both men were clean, dressed, and fed. Don was heading downstairs to start the car while Danny brushed his teeth--he had 2 minutes, tops, before Don headed back up and dragged him by his ear. Danny didn't need to repeat that this morning... it wasn't his fault the first time, he hadn't expected to fall asleep in the shower...

With a sigh, Danny rinsed his mouth and smiled at himself in the mirror. He turned the light off, then proceeded out of the apartment. A glance to his watch told him he had less than 20 seconds before Don was coming back up.

He ran down the stairs and straight into Don as he exited the lobby.

"I was abouta..."

"I know, why d'ya think I was runnin'? My ear still hurts," Danny grumbled, following Don to his car.

They climbed in (Don was driving of course) and started on their journey to the church.

"Where is this place anyway?"

"You'll see, it's a nice little place, not much people go."

Danny groaned and slouched down in his seat. "Great."

Don chuckled, though it sounded a bit nervous, and patted Danny's thigh, "Don't worry, they'll love ya."

"They better," Danny muttered, lacing his fingers through Don's, "And this priest better not be some boy-touchin' freak 'cause I don't feel like gettin' molested."

Don shot Danny a weird look and ignored that comment.

The rest of the drive was relatively quiet. Danny had bit his fingernails down to the skin without noticing it and the tips of Don's right hand fingers were numb from being tapped so much... but he wasn't nervous, not at all.

When they arrived at the small, white church, Danny's stomach back-flipped. "Uh, this isn't a good idea..."

Don got out of the car and headed around to open Danny's side. He opened the door and leaned in, "Don't worry, trust me, my family doesn't bite."

Danny stepped out and took a deep breath, "If they do, can I use the priest as a shield?"

Don chuckled and gently squeezed Danny's forearm reassuringly, then closed the car door.

"We're past the point of no return," He murmured and took Danny's hand.

"Uh, is this a homophobic church?" Danny asked cautiously.

Don shook his head and looked down at him, "The priest's son is gay."

"The priest has a son?"

"We're Lutheran."

"Uh oh, I'm Roman Catholic."

"Don't mention that to my parents," Don joked and stepped past the wide-open, large wooden doors of the church.

Danny chuckled and followed him down the aisles. They sat in the front... all the way in the front... and they were the only ones in that pew. "Uh, where's yer family?"

"They come at 7:59 exactly," Don explained, smiling, "Sort of a tradition."

"Oh," Danny nodded and squeezed Don's hand out of nervousness.

2 minutes later, at 7:59 exactly, Don Flack Sr., his wife, 4 daughters, and 2 son-in-laws walked down the aisle and sat in the same pew as Don and Danny. Now Danny had a Don Flack on either side of him.

The priest started talking shortly after, leaving no room for introductions. Danny was all ready planning ways to escape.

Nearly an hour later, Danny was falling asleep when Don nudged him to get up.

"Huh?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

"It's over, time ta meet the family," Don said with a teasing smile.

"Oh," Danny nodded, his mind still clouded. He stood up and followed Senior Flack out of the pew and down the aisle; Don kept his hand on Danny's back the entire way.

Outside, half the church members were still standing around; some of them were young girls... ogling at Danny and Don.

Don blushed slightly while Danny winked. All that energy not used during church was coming back to him now and he was feeling a little playful.

"Behave, Danny," Don warned playfully and led the way to where his parents were waiting for them by the car.

"Donnie!" Mrs. Flack (AKA Amanda) smiled and hugged her baby boy. Danny snickered at the greeting, but stopped as soon as Don Sr. stepped in front of him, his hand stretched out for Danny to shake. He shook it firmly and smiled nervously. Don and his mother had disappeared somewhere, leaving Danny alone. That wasn't right.

"So you're... Danny?" Don Sr. asked, "My son's boyfriend?"

Why did it sound so foreign when he said it? Danny groaned inwardly.

"Yea, I am," He smiled widely, "And you're Detective Flack... Senior?"

"You got it," He smiled, "But please, call me Don."

Danny nodded and looked around for any sign of the other Don. "So... this is a nice church."

"Yes, it is," Don's father nodded and agreed. Don and his mother reappeared again, signaling that it was time to go.

"We're having breakfast at our house, Danny," Mrs. Flack informed him and opened the car door, "Hope you like 7-course breakfasts."

Danny chuckled and nodded; he was still nervous.

"All right, Mommy, see ya there, see ya Dad," Don waved as his parents climbed in their car and drove away.

Even with the pelicans in his stomach, Danny snickered at that, "Mommy?"

Don blushed and hit Danny upside the head lightly. "It slipped out, I used to call her that all the time."

They went back to their own car and climbed in.

"Yer dad's nice..." Danny commented, buckling his seat belt. "Thanks to you disappearin', I got to find out by myself."

"My mom pulled me away," Don shrugged, starting the car, "Expect a one-on-one with her, too."

Danny groaned and smacked his forehead, "Great. What about yer sisters?"

"Dunno, maybe, be prepared for anything. They left the twins at home with the babysitter, so really, get ready," Don warned and started driving toward his parents' house.

"Great," Danny sighed, "They're all nice, right?"

"Of course, just prove to 'em yer not gunna hurt me, they'll love ya."

"That sounds easy," Danny muttered.

"It better."